Decree Absolute, Lies

Like any broken vase, the marriage ceased The door to trust was open, until why, Signing its disclosure was released A smudge before the absolute was dry. Statistics are an ornament for us, To paint a pretty picture of divorce 'Unreasonable behaviour', then shall thus Excuse her from unfaithfulness of course. Complaining with a plastic attitude She keys a draft, some more uncertain things: Scratch the surface what was misconstrued. Twisted lies have cut this puppet's strings.